Then there was the I saw the great Hank Williams on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all up in drag From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he out song after song as he drank a brown paper bag And the he sang of love and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it damn near me up But the rest of the show, was kind of And someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the great Hank Williams' As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you and said "I thought you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his back and her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara streaked his
I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown with some all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one 8-track tape but it was of the great Williams and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', about cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they were calling last so I the barmaid a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the stage was and the great Williams was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She said if you like I can you a ride, so there we out the door and into the city of brotherly love the night, out of sight In a VW Bug